"But we'll have to hurry," she warned; "there's an awfully black cloud over there. It looks like a thunder storm."
They scampered as fast as their legs would carry them and reached the farm in the increasing darkness, but before any rain had fallen. They found all the bows and arrows standing in a trash basket which Roger had made for the dining room.
"Mr. Roger stood them up in that so the children wouldn't be apt to touch 'em," explained Moya.
Dicky sat down on the hearth and set to work on the arrow which he recognized as his because of its greater length.
"You'll have to hurry or we'll get caught," warned his sister.
"We ought to start right off," urged Ethel Blue. "We'll have to run for it even if we go now."
Mrs. Schuler brought in the cape of her storm coat.
"Take this for Dicky," she said. "If it does break before you get home it will rain hard and his rompers won't be any protection at all."
"Put it on now, Dicky," commanded Ethel Brown. "Stand up."
Dicky rose reluctantly.